Least Read Poems About Boredom
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Least read poems about boredom. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
6th Apr 2021 8:51pm
6th Apr 2021 8:51pm
Drawing Circles
The puddles I engorge
Falsify my course of action
Cemented in the past they forge
A permanent reminder of my traction
Daily struggles I juggle
While acrobatically walking the line
Watching every step for trouble
I ensure I don’t recline
Careful of my existence
I keep track of every foot
Looking back to calculate the distance
As if it were residual output
Pushing through the crowd of eyes
I slowly begin to realize
The world is backward and full of lies
Napo, Napo 21 surely flies
March drums...
Falsify my course of action
Cemented in the past they forge
A permanent reminder of my traction
Daily struggles I juggle
While acrobatically walking the line
Watching every step for trouble
I ensure I don’t recline
Careful of my existence
I keep track of every foot
Looking back to calculate the distance
As if it were residual output
Pushing through the crowd of eyes
I slowly begin to realize
The world is backward and full of lies
Napo, Napo 21 surely flies
March drums...
#frustration
#confusion
#boredom
#emotions
#NaPoWriMo2021
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4 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
14th Apr 2021 9:59pm
14th Apr 2021 9:59pm
Cruise Control
What is going on?
I cannot write to save my life
My inspiration just died on someone’s lawn
Give it CPR I told my wife
The rhythm just marched right out of me
I’m brain dead but never comatose
Chilly in my bones
With a side of runny nose
Breaking glass houses with sticks and stones
The lights are on but nobody’s home
I’m netflix and chillin
Searchin for a villain
Counting a hundred million
Reasons not to get this penicillin
I’m under the weather, cruise control
I cannot write to save my life
My inspiration just died on someone’s lawn
Give it CPR I told my wife
The rhythm just marched right out of me
I’m brain dead but never comatose
Chilly in my bones
With a side of runny nose
Breaking glass houses with sticks and stones
The lights are on but nobody’s home
I’m netflix and chillin
Searchin for a villain
Counting a hundred million
Reasons not to get this penicillin
I’m under the weather, cruise control
#anxiety
#hope
#courage
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
10 reads
3 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
17th Apr 2021 3:58am
17th Apr 2021 3:58am
Broken
I am chipped,
Worn around the edges
Energy stripped
Tarnished to my liking
My pen is dry
Poor and brittle
Soft, yet smooth
Lacking motivation
My thoughts are overweight
In dire need of exercise
On the fritz of exploding
My eyes fight to stay open
My subconscious is numb
Operating on fumes
Feeding its misery
I can’t shake this slump
Worn around the edges
Energy stripped
Tarnished to my liking
My pen is dry
Poor and brittle
Soft, yet smooth
Lacking motivation
My thoughts are overweight
In dire need of exercise
On the fritz of exploding
My eyes fight to stay open
My subconscious is numb
Operating on fumes
Feeding its misery
I can’t shake this slump
#hope
#courage
#confusion
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
10 reads
2 Comments
FeNyX
Poem Published
29th Dec 2022 3:27am
29th Dec 2022 3:27am
Reality
Push away the covers
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
Struggle to rise
Rumors abound
Of your early demise
Focusing hard
Clickety clack
Like a train
Far off the beaten track
Light shines through
Eyes tearing too
Rush to wake
With little to do
Repitition comforts
Routine massages
Your fragile calm
While your body sabotages ...
all
#love
#illness
#boredom
14 reads
2 Comments
Sex_on_the_Joe
Joe-D
Joe-D
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 8:58pm
11th Apr 2021 8:58pm
Lazy Sunday
Long week
Brain aches
Too weak
Body shakes
Want sleep
Can’t think
Wanna weep
April ink
Eyes red
Paper blank
Mind dead
Trophy bank
Hunger pain
Writer’s block
Foggy rain
Static shock
Video games
Weather sucks
Mental plains
Counting ducks
Boredom wins
Circle doodles
Buying skins
Ramen noodles
Can’t cook
write/type
Close book
Need hype
Eyes hurt
Must play
Stay alert
Lazy Sunday
Brain aches
Too weak
Body shakes
Want sleep
Can’t think
Wanna weep
April ink
Eyes red
Paper blank
Mind dead
Trophy bank
Hunger pain
Writer’s block
Foggy rain
Static shock
Video games
Weather sucks
Mental plains
Counting ducks
Boredom wins
Circle doodles
Buying skins
Ramen noodles
Can’t cook
write/type
Close book
Need hype
Eyes hurt
Must play
Stay alert
Lazy Sunday
#anxiety
#rhyming
#confusion
#boredom
#NaPoWriMo2021
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10 Comments
Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
25th Aug 2017 5:35pm
A WILTING ROSE
I’ve never come to understand your rage
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
But, it seems to me you’re trapped in a cage
We all suffered the penalties under the same roof
We all bear our own scars that show the proof.
Some scars heal with the passing of time
But, yours remain in its original prime
Bitter and cold, you shut the world out
Every time you speak, you only shout
You built a wall and shut yourself in
Reasoning with you, no one can win.
I understand people build walls as a form of defense
But you are twenty-four hours in strict offense. ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#boredom
17 reads
3 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
29th Oct 2024 7:01am
29th Oct 2024 7:01am
unforseen
future unforeseen
I was flipping burgers on my birthday
25 years old, a late-night burger shack
we had our share of drunks and good
time, I sometimes followed one of them
home so they didn’t have to face
the morning alone in the trailer park.
Since it was my birthday, I wondered if
I would be flipping burgers when 50
These days, I flip words. around served
with French innuendo and tomato sauce
made of frustration, but it could have
been worse, I could have been frying
burgers be 75 and walk home alone
...
I was flipping burgers on my birthday
25 years old, a late-night burger shack
we had our share of drunks and good
time, I sometimes followed one of them
home so they didn’t have to face
the morning alone in the trailer park.
Since it was my birthday, I wondered if
I would be flipping burgers when 50
These days, I flip words. around served
with French innuendo and tomato sauce
made of frustration, but it could have
been worse, I could have been frying
burgers be 75 and walk home alone
...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy #boredom
#apathy #boredom
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0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
10th Nov 2024 6:34pm
10th Nov 2024 6:34pm
1990
I don't remember anything
About 1990
Because it is a long time ago
And I must say that 1990
Went away 20 years ago
From my life
And the world that we live
Every single day
Here on the planet earth
About 1990
Because it is a long time ago
And I must say that 1990
Went away 20 years ago
From my life
And the world that we live
Every single day
Here on the planet earth
#boredom
#confusion
#denial
#greed
#hate
26 reads
0 Comments
Michaelpoet
Poem Published
Today 1:24am
Today 1:24am
Neurotypical Day
Today, I count the minutes until my shift ends. No drug can compare to the addiction of hate for the 9 - 5.
Vanilla melodies drown out the noise at the vending machine that is always occupied.
I've learned to fool the masses into believing I can relate to any number of subjects that are foreign to me.
If I stare long enough they may believe I have no secret to keep. Maybe not.
Knock, knock. Who's there? Not my attention, Dennis.
Vanilla melodies drown out the noise at the vending machine that is always occupied.
I've learned to fool the masses into believing I can relate to any number of subjects that are foreign to me.
If I stare long enough they may believe I have no secret to keep. Maybe not.
Knock, knock. Who's there? Not my attention, Dennis.
#anxiety
#apathy
#boredom
#emptiness
#fear
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0 Comments
oskar
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 6:10pm
13th Nov 2024 6:10pm
AI and the future
AI and the future
We are invited to spot the difference between
a real woman dancing and an AI version, no
we can't, does it matter?
The AI will forever be what it was trained to do
in this case, dancing, she will not develop, fall in
and have children
You can put her in a box for a time, start her up
she will dance and look stunning, but she will
not know how to mop a floor
This musing might sound innocent but think
what would happen if we trained AI soldiers
who followed and instructed to kill the enemy
those who bleed...
We are invited to spot the difference between
a real woman dancing and an AI version, no
we can't, does it matter?
The AI will forever be what it was trained to do
in this case, dancing, she will not develop, fall in
and have children
You can put her in a box for a time, start her up
she will dance and look stunning, but she will
not know how to mop a floor
This musing might sound innocent but think
what would happen if we trained AI soldiers
who followed and instructed to kill the enemy
those who bleed...
#boredom
#dark
#disappointment #emptiness
#disappointment #emptiness
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oskar
Poem Published
31st Oct 2024 11:55am
31st Oct 2024 11:55am
prisoner rape
prisoner rape
We read of the plight of the Hamsas hostages
they could have been freed, but for the brutal
Israel's regime they are still there
At the same time, and not written about are
thousand of Palestinians sitting in Israeli jails
tortured and raped by their captors
One wonders how it comes about when men
rape other men, do where is the lust factor
to produce an erection
Or is it that torture produces a lust factor
akin to sexual lust; if so, their violators must
be full of hatred
We read of the plight of the Hamsas hostages
they could have been freed, but for the brutal
Israel's regime they are still there
At the same time, and not written about are
thousand of Palestinians sitting in Israeli jails
tortured and raped by their captors
One wonders how it comes about when men
rape other men, do where is the lust factor
to produce an erection
Or is it that torture produces a lust factor
akin to sexual lust; if so, their violators must
be full of hatred
#anger
#anxiety
#bittersweet
#boredom
#disappointment
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0 Comments
poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
6th Nov 2024 12:43pm
6th Nov 2024 12:43pm
How can I win your love back?
How can I win your love back?
Because I need all the love
I can get from you
Lots of people tell me I am a hopeless case
That alone makes me angry
I already confronted them
And I told them that I don't
Want to hear that
Never again
Because I need all the love
I can get from you
Lots of people tell me I am a hopeless case
That alone makes me angry
I already confronted them
And I told them that I don't
Want to hear that
Never again
#anxiety
#apathy
#bittersweet
#boredom
#disappointment
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